"What I don't get is how I could just forget an entire night!" Trish declared, pacing in front of Jessica's desk

"Trish, it happens all the time. People get drunk, they forget what happened. You had a lot to drink. It was an awkward night," Jessica shrugged.

"But I don't want to forget," Trish leaned against the wall, running a hand through her hair in annoyance. "You know things have been hard between us, Jess, and I don't want to black out and make things even more complicated. Just tell me, please. What did I do? Did I have —"

"No. You did not have sex with me. I would not let that happen. You literally told me a few days ago that we were best friends and not girlfriends. I respect you," As demonstrated by her behavior at the pub. God, this was frustrating. Why couldn't she just explain everything to Trish? Well, the answer was obvious — just like Trish, she didn't want to make things more complicated. Also, why did Trish think she might've had sex with Jessica? Maybe her best friend wasn't as straight, or as non-incestuous, as she claimed to be.

Trish let out a small smile. "I know. I just...I worried,"

Jessica smiled back, and then looked down at her phone and sighed. Kilgrave had sent her four texts in a row about how confused he was that she didn't respond to his mind control powers. Apparently boundaries weren't a thing when you'd been able to get what you wanted your whole life by ordering people around.

No more texts. I'm trying to focus. We can bounce around theories when I'm done, she replied.

He replied back almost immediately. Sorry.

Won't do it again.

Finally, someone who used that emoji correctly. Jessica knew way too many people who mistook it for the happy one.

"Frustrating client?" Trish asked.

Jessica laughed. "You don't know the half of it," In a few days, most of Jessica's perception of the world had been irreversibly altered. She finally knew why she'd always felt different, and she knew that there was someone who could hypnotize people.

"Tell me about it?" Trish asked, sitting down on the edge of Jessica's desk.

"Sorry, I've got to get this research done. Being a PI involves actual work, after all," Jessica laughed.

"Going out to bars can totally count as research though. You can find a lot of things there," Trish suggested.

"Not when the people you're looking for are probably in England," Jessica shrugged.

Three hours later, Jessica hadn't found out much about Albert and Louise Thompson besides the fact that there were lots of other people looking for them. That was a start at least, right?

Armed with her new information about the long list of people around "Kilgrave" (actually Kevin, his real name was a lot more boring)'s age who wanted to find his parents, she headed over to his flat.

" Fi nally, Jessica, you're here," Kilgrave/Kevin said as she put the folder down on the table.

"Research takes time, you know," she scoffed, putting the folder down on the table.

"Yes but—" His rant was cut off when his eyes landed on the photos of the other children. Well, they were adults now. This was probably good, because his commentary wouldn't have been anything useful.

"What?" she asked.

"That woman," he said, pointing to a headshot of a smiling blonde. "She tried to kill my parents."